Yeah, It's Just You... or Me.

Listening to: Over My Head, The Fray

Today I can be emo because I have a real reason. It may be superficial but it's still a good reason. Here we go:

Homecomming

There are so many issues tied into that little word that no one can pinpoint the exact problem with the word. Mine is the whole social factor. To further explain the problem here is a mini dialouge that my sister and I had this afternoon:

Reki: So are you going to homecomming?
Reika: No.
Reki: So you're going to an anti-homecomming party?
Reika: No.
Reki: So you're going to a regular party then?
Reika: No.
Reki: Well what ARE you doing for homecomming.
Reika: Maybe I'll go to the football game. Honestly, I think I'm just going to do what every other sad person does.
Reki: And that would be? (Obviously not getting it.)
Reika: Stay at home and do nothing.

She then proceeds to ask me what the cost of homecomming tickets is and wants to know if she should wear black or blue this time, over looking the fact that I'm pretty distressed over the whole thing. I won't blame her this time though, as most of my non-existant fans know, I'm a pretty cheery girl so it's hard to imagine me being down about this sort of thing.

What's ten times worse is that, I don't have the backup I'm supposed to have for this kind of problem. No offense to them but most of my friends are a little on the stoic side and therefore don't really provide the comfort I may need. BUT I have to give kudos to Gothic Kitten and Tishieness for tolerating the emoness. I promise I'll move out of it soon, I just need this time to vent.

Okay that's enough for one post. Next: One more reason to be depressed: Ma soeur.